Prototype is going to suffer from comparisons to the vastly superior inFamous; the games jump on the scale to be weighed against each other, as they both feature a main character of nearly identical aesthetics and similar vocal stylings, in similar cities, with similar powers.

You destroy buildings by running up their sides, and bounding along the street you cause destruction wherever you land. This is no grace or subtlety to what you're doing; in many cases the pedestrians feel like plastic soldiers on a kitchen table, and you're a five-year-old boy knocking them to the floor just for the joy of creating chaos. The problem is that this is fun once, and after that it just becomes ugly and clumsy.

You want to find out why you are the way you are, but unlike inFamous—a game that gave your character a soul and characters who brought out the best and worst in him—it just doesn't seem enough to keep the interest of the player.

You have characters who give you missions, and what must they think as you slaughter hundreds while trying to find this woman or kill that man? Do they calmly wait while you shower the blood and viscera off your one outfit before saying there is a group of people you need to eat to gain their memories?

I couldn't sympathize with the character, I wasn't excited by his large number of flailing, bloody attacks, and I mentally checked out when I realized none of my actions had any real consequences other than to move the game forward.

But Prototype feels soulless and slightly hateful, and coming so soon after the wonderful inFamous, the empty journey of a soul who was damned before the game began feels like a waste of everyone's time.